Chapter 2

Kathleen sat at her desk staring out the window and thinking about the last two weeks. First, there had been what had happened on the night she and her husband Rick had celebrated her birthday and their anniversary. She couldn't believe how she had acted and the thoughts she'd had that night. She had been stared at and lusted after by a whole room full of men and she had loved it. She left the restaurant a changed woman - a woman who wanted the attention of men and a woman who would do the things necessary to grab that attention.

The next day on the train to work she noticed that the men in the car weren't paying her any attention even though she was a good looking woman and she finally figured out that the way she was dressed had a lot to do with it. Severely tailored business suit, hair up in an unbecoming bun and wearing 'sensible' shoes. The perfect look for a sixth grade school teacher, but not something that would make men want her. And Kathleen wanted them to want her - she needed them to want her - not that she would ever let one of them gave her. She loved Rick and she would never betray him, but that didn't mean that she couldn't tease a bit.

As was their usual Saturday morning routine Rick had gone to his standing Saturday morning golf date and she used that morning to do her shopping. But that Saturday she had modified the routine. Instead of the sweats or jeans she usually wore that morning she left the house in a short skirt, low cut blouse and with no bra. She wore a sweatshirt over the blouse and wore tennis shoes, but carried a pair of "fuck me" pumps in a bag. She drove the kids to their dance lessons and dropped them off. Mellisa's mother would pick them up when she picked up Mellisa and drop them off for their swimming lessons. She would finish her shopping and then pick up her two and Mellisa and drop Mellisa off on the way home. She watched the kids go into the dance studio and then she headed for the Wal-Mart Super Center.

In the Wal-Mart parking lot she removed the sweatshirt and tennis shoes and put on her heels. She checked her makeup in the visor mirror and then headed into the store. For the next hour she wandered up and down the aisles filling her shopping cart with items and filling trousers with hard ons. Any time a man was near she would bend at the waist to get something off the bottom shelf and let him see her free hanging breasts with their stone hard nipples. She would smile to herself when out of the corner of her eye she saw the man's pants 'tent' up.

She had men following her through the store pretending to be shopping, but she knew they were looking at her and wanting her. She had purchased a half dozen pair of thong panties and while doing it she teased two of her admirers. She stood there holding a pair of the panties in front of her and contemplated them as the two men watched. She knew they were imagining seeing her wear them and the thought made her hot. She knew they not only wanted to see her wearing them, but they wanted to be the one to help her take them off and that thought made her even hotter. By the time she had picked the kids up and had gotten home she was as horny as a billy goat.

When Rick came home from the golf course she had sent the kids out to play and then she had pulled Rick into the bedroom, pushed him back on the bed and went for his zipper. It had been a quick, no frills fuck. She hadn't even taken his pants off. She worked his cock out, sucked it until it was hard enough for her and then she had moved over him, pushed down on him as his hardness slid into her and then she had fucked him until he came. Along the way she'd had two orgasms of her own. When she dismounted and let him get up he had said:

"I don't know what's come over you lately, but I think I like it. I like it a lot."

She looked at him as his cum oozed out of her pussy and thought:

"Oh no honey, I don't think you would like it at all."

Sunday was a day for catching up around the house and she stayed so busy that she never once thought of what had happened on Wednesday night or on Saturday, at least not until three that afternoon. She was in the driveway helping Rick wash the car when she noticed a car coming down the street. It slowed when it reached her house and then speeded up after it had gone by. Ten minutes later she saw the same car coming down the street from the other direction and it did the same thing again. It slowed down as it reached her house and then speeded up after it went by. She couldn't see into the car because of the tinted windows, but she knew who it was and her pussy got damp as she realized that The Watcher had just let her know that he knew where she lived. Why knowing that caused her to become sexually aroused she had no idea, but aroused she was and once the kids were put to bed Rick never knew what hit him. As she had her third orgasm in her mind she imagined The Watcher watching them as he masturbated.

Monday on the way to work she sat on the commuter and looked around at the male passengers, who were again not paying her any mind, and she wondered about it. She was a good looking woman and the clothes she was wearing shouldn't have detracted from that. Were these men less manly than the men who had lusted for her the previous Wednesday and the ones who had followed her around Wal-Mart? What was wrong with them?

That afternoon when she left her classroom and went into the teacher's lounge she found a package in her mailbox. It was addressed to her at the school and had no return address on it. No stamps, no FedEx or UPS labels, just a package wrapped in brown paper with her name on it. She opened it to find her clutch purse with her driver's license still inside. She felt the surge of heat in her belly - The Watcher knew where she worked! She set down at the table, her mind in a whirl as she remembered his promise:

"There will be a right time and a right place you little slut and when that time comes I'll fuck you till you bleed."

And now he knew not only where she lived, but also where she worked. She asked the girl behind the counter in the school office if she knew who delivered the package.

"Just a guy who said he was with a messenger service."

She put it out of her mind and hurried back to her classroom for her next class.

Before she boarded the train to go home she went into the station restroom and opened up her suit jacket, rolled the waist band of her skirt up two turns to show a little more leg, and then closed the jacket. She would see if a little more leg got her a little more attention. As she left the restroom she saw male eyes on her and she wondered if one of the men was The Watcher.

On the train she sat in a very unladylike manner. She had both feet firmly planted on the floor and her legs slightly spread. Over the top of the book she was pretending to read she saw two men opposite her straining to look up her skirt without trying to be obvious about it and it excited her. She wished she had shortened the skirt a little more.

She was fired up when she got home, but she had to hold it in. She couldn't rush off to the bathroom and use her hairbrush handle because she needed to get dinner started. But Rick was going to be in for another long, hard night. As she peeled the potatoes she thought of how she could dress the next day. She needed to find that fine line between what would excite the men on the train and what would be acceptable wear at work. Or did she? Why not both? Yes, that is what she would do; she would do both.

Rick left for work a half-hour before she did so he didn't see her as she left the house. She was wearing a short skirt, thong panties, a low cut blouse and she wasn't wearing a brassiere. The outfit was topped off (or bottomed off she giggled) with a pair of "come fuck me" high heels. If she didn't get their attention in that outfit then they were dead and just had not yet been buried. She carried the clothes she would wear to work in a garment bag and would change into them when she got off the train.

It was everything that she hoped it would be. Men jockeyed for position to sit near her or across from her so they could look down her blouse or up her skirt. She smiled to herself as she saw all the tented trousers and knew that she had caused them. That morning set the pattern for the next week. The train was her stage and when on the train she let the world watch her as she tempted and teased. Every time she bent forward or leaned down her breasts were on display for all to see. When she sat down she let her skirt ride up and the men across from her strained to look up her skirt and catch a glimpse of her just barely covered clean shaven pussy. Her eyes met there's and she grinned knowing that every one of them wanted her and would fuck her in a heartbeat if they just got the chance.